History class is the worst. First of all, the teacher is an idiot. Coach Simon does not teach. He gives notes, but he won't talk about the notes with the class. Some stupid person will ask a stupid question to get him off subject. And it works. He'll rattle on about a stupid thing for 45 minutes; thus taking up half the class.

At least I have Edward to occupy my time. I let out a long sigh. Edward, my boyfriend goes to a different school in a different town, only a half hour away. Those green eyes, that golden hair. Oh, he is so gorgeous. He's smart too. I couldn't tolerate dating someone stupid.

Memories started to flow back to me. Last Saturday night, Edward invited me over to his house. So, I drove all the way over there. He said his parents weren't home, so we had the house to ourselves.

A lot happened. First, we had a nice dinner that he made. Then, we watched a movie. Only, we didn't watch the movie. It all started out harmless; just a few kisses. Then, Edward and I started making out. But this time it was different than the others. He seemed more… urgent. He was so hungry for my lips; like he wasn't going to get to kiss them for a long time. His hand slowly crept up my shirt. Before I knew it, we had sex for the first time.

I sighed again. That night was amazing. I knew I would remember it for the rest of my life.

"Bella? BELLA?" An incessant and shrill voice broke through my daydreams.

"WHAT?!" I replied back.

"Did you hear me? I was trying to ask you about Hitler."

"Uh, can you repeat the question?" I gave him an innocent smile.

"Two questions, actually. Where was Hitler rejected as a teenager and what was his 'Final Solution'?"

"Oh, that's easy. Hitler was rejected from the Vienna School of Fine Arts as a teenager and his 'Final Solution' was genocide of the Jewish people." I was relieved. That was easy and I answered correctly, so Coach Simon had no reason to be upset. Thank god.

"Very good, Bella. Now, if you could please pay attention, I would appreciate it. I know it is Friday, but we still have class."

"Of course, of course. Sorry, coach."

Of course what I did was head right back into my daydream about Edward. That sex was so great. Not that I have anything to compare it to, but still. It was like we fit together, perfectly.

The school day went by a lot faster after that. I just kept thinking about Edward and his lips, his chest, his… I let out a few moans during the day, which got me a few confused looks from peers.

Finally, school was over and I walked into the parking lot. I chatted aimlessly to a few acquaintances, but I was really ready to get home. Edward said he was going to meet me at my house when I got there. All the way, I thought about how great my boyfriend was.

When I got to my house, I saw Edward's parent's car in my driveway.

As soon as I walked into my house, I knew something was wrong. Both my parents and Edward's parents were in the living room. Edward's mom looked like she had been crying. My mom looked nervous. Both fathers seemed rigid and uncomfortable. I sat down in a chair across from all of them.

"Mom? Mrs. Cullen? Dad? Dr. Cullen? Is everything okay? Where's Edward?" I said, all my questions seeming to run together in a confusing babble.

Mrs. Cullen started to cry. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she struggled to cough up "Edward… he… oh Edward!" She started to cry hysterically again.

"Honey," my mom whispered, "Edward's not coming over today."

I, now confused, asked, "Why not?"

My mom started to say something and then stopped herself. She started again. "Edward is not here anymore."

I was getting angry now. "Why the hell not? Where is he?"

"Bella, honey, Edward is gone. He… he… killed himself."

"WHAT? Is this some kind of joke? Mom, where is Edward? Where is he?"

Mrs. Cullen decided to chip into the conversation. "It's true. We…" She sobbed. "…We found him this morning."

I was still incredulous. "How…" I whispered.

"He hung himself. I'm so sorry," My mom answered, running toward me to comfort me.

"Well then it had to have been a mistake. Edward was- is- in love with me. Why would he kill himself? Why? I gave myself to him. Why?" I started to cry, and was not able to stop for several days.

I didn't eat anything. I didn't really leave my room other than to go to the bathroom. I didn't shower. I turned off my cell phone and computer. I just sat in my bed and cried. I didn't know what else to do. Edward and I had just done something so significant. Why had he killed himself? What did I do wrong? What could I have done to stop him? Why didn't he love me enough to stay alive? These were questions that I pondered and couldn't stop wondering about for weeks.